#rouge
WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT
in crimson breath i draw your image,
ruby rogue, apple temptation.
temptation, yes temptation.
GOD
I want to swallow you whole
and keep you in the pit of my stomach
I want to rip your skin open
and see your true face
I want to fuse my soul with you
even if it stains me red
Dear Rogue, come ****** my heart out
thief that you are, of my innocence
and my days of apathy
Color me, even in blood
For I would rather bear your mark
than remain an empty canvas
Dear Rouge, know you are the apple of my eye,
the source of my passion,
the greatest possession I have known.
Your image lingers,
I cannot resist.
I do not want to resist.
I want to float awash in your torrent.
And lose myself in it.
Cast my visage off like skin,
that we may be naked and kindred in exposure.
And hungry, still.
That we may devour each other.
Consume each other.
Consummate each other.
I want to **** your cherry.
Bad metaphor, I know, but such are the workings of passion.
I want to want.
And I want to want more. To covet.
For you I would sin and burn in elation.
So, R., what would you do for me?
I want you to steal my heart and claw it open till it bleeds a sea of rouge
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 10:07 PM UTC
Lying in your arms,
the light bouncing off your skin.
Pressing snooze on all my alarms,
Baby, we should be sleeping in.
Only you can gift the sun
and together we bask in the rain.
You’re naturally my only one,
you effortlessly exist and heal all my pain.
I wish to free up more space
for you; forever in my mind,
‘cause it’s such a messy place,
I don’t want you ever to be confined.
I want to write calligraphy on your skin,
illustrate every word I want to write for you.
Sail my fingertips up, down, around, out and in,
and on your gentle curves I’ll follow the map I drew.
You’ve got the eyes of the stars,
and your lips; as crucial as the air.
Combined warmth of the Sun and Mars,
and a heart of gold, but more valuable and more rare.
Only you can make a void gleam,
I’ve never loved anyone as I love you.
Darling, you’ve always been my dream,
and God, did my dream come true.
I wish to free up more space
for you; forever in my mind,
to memorize each feature of your face,
a more beautiful sight you’ll never find.
I want to write calligraphy on your skin,
illustrate every word I want to write for you,
and when I finish, again I’ll begin,
‘cause each and every time it still feels new.
Her sparkling shooting star eyes
stripped and read down to my soul,
I wonder how did she find a prize,
in what once felt like an engulfing hole?
Our thoughts meet eachother
and dance up in that invisible air.
Just us two, never another,
and I am already waiting there.
I wish to free up more space
for you; forever in my mind.
Any other thought feels like a waste,
another view and I might aswell be blind.
I want to write calligraphy on your skin,
illustrate every word I want to write for you.
Trail my fingertips to trace, caress, drag and spin,
deciphering each inch, fibre and clue.
Jul 30, 2021
Jul 30, 2021 at 8:01 AM UTC
he sang
th world thought that
but he pained
he danced
the world loved that
but danced from evert
his blood covered his
they thought that he put a rouge
he was like a bird
singing from pain
singing from evert
save the rest
or the world may be ******
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 5:30 PM UTC
your camouflage is spotless, babe
i want to reveal your inner
it's difficult to find you, babe
you revealed my inner last night
we are apart from each other
although we're sharing the same dreams
green ideas, arrival's smile
real laughter and toxic strangers
how can i find you between 'em?
how will i know that it's you then?
in the middle of my middle
eight syllables, i count on you
you're my lady but you're hidden
among buildings, streets and people
between the glimpses of despair
somewhen, never, always somewhere
the rouge of your bloodstream enchants
my wishes, longing, desire
in the moment of the key-night
we'll stand before our door, baby
maybe i've found you already
maybe you are my wife, baby
maybe you are my wife, baby
maybe i've found you already
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 7:08 AM UTC
Your words are like honey
So quick
So smooth
They slip off your tongue
And leave me toute rouge
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 2:16 AM UTC
he sang
th world thought that
but he pained
he danced
the world loved that
but danced from evert
his blood covered his
they thought that he put a rouge
he was like a bird
singing from pain
singing from evert
save the rest
or the world may be ******
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 4:35 PM UTC
In terms of matters of the heart
there’s only one truth that’s gotten me by:
That something this strong and unique,
could never be anything less than mutual.
The world is cruel, but it’s not evil.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 9:48 AM UTC
Red
Rage
Love
***
Passion
Pain
Hate
Blood
Fresh blood
Use it as paint
Paint the town
Our love isn’t defined by time
But by a delicious shade of red
Love it
Love me
Bleed for me
Give me your everything
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
Friar was
free with
a thong
of girls
here to
ding then
wandered to
a tong
then wired
their president
there asleep
but soon
got home
to marry
who she
let resign
again tonight
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC
Pleasures spiral and sprawl outward
Escaping the small chamber your parents regulated it to
Devouring dollops of your time
Until you become sick and restless
Fevers, blankets, and soup for recovery
Seeking madness once you’re rested and wrestling with boredom
This ruinous routine is never naturally rundown
Only perishing once true passion is found
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
Paris, France
October 12, 1889
It's been nearly a week now since the Le Premier Palais des Femmes has opened. I gander about, and see all the free faces. Misters in their best outfits slobbed themselves over the glories of an actual woman that was not their wife. They saw beauty and an opportunity for a feeling of strength and masculine power. Different attire worn by the women reveled much skin. The men gathered two or three mistresses and a bucket of *** and went off to their homes. I was disgusted and delighted to be here. I recently resigned the Misses just to do this tonight. It's 21:47. I look around for faces that I would be delighted in claiming my own for a night and two. Nothing caught my eye. I started to gather my stuff and leave, but suddenly a face I hadn't seen appeared in front of me. Her breath smelt of mint leaves and joy. She spoke to me and asked me for the night. Asked me! Such a remark from a woman of that low should earn a punishment, but she seemed like she was innocent. As rude as it was, I took her offer since I had no other plans for that night. She took me back to her home where she had set up a fire and food. It was as if she had planned it for me. It was so beautifully laid out. I looked around her home, it was astonishing. She then leaded me to her bedroom, where she left rose pedals on the floor and one candle lit. She grabbed me. That's when I met my Mistress from the Moulin Rouge.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
Rouge
Color of fire
Rouge
Color of my soul
Rouge
Color of this book
Rouge
Color of my feelings
Rouge
Color of blood
Rouge
Color of my thoughts
Rouge
Color of passion
Rouge
Are my ideas of you
***
Sometimes
I wish I wasn't so filled with
Red
But I'm resltess
And deep inside
I've got storms raging
After all
Even if as white
I am seen
And of green
I'm surrounded
Even if blue
is what I often feel
And of purple
my dreams are made
In the end
Every little corner of my life
Is tainted
With the color of
Sin
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
*Autumn adorns the universe,
Into a transitional seasonal display,
Preparing for a whimsical change,
Upon evergreen trees, in rouge and ember shades.
Lavishly, shedding slowly,
Into a fusion of tones, leaving embellishing grounds,
Bearing naked branches,
As they casually toss down.
Stroking their leaves, and sending colorful hues,
Like a genuine piece of tapestry,
Beautifully interlacing,
And harvesting, 'neath the suns abundance of energy.*
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC